I went to her funeral, only me and her sister there, her mother died via uranium induced cancer for stealing a loaf of bread to feed her starving children. I decided to go on one of the trips, or "adventures" as she called them, but it wasn't the same without her, with my depression and rage deepening, I knew what to do.

Rumors were spread that I killed her. I didn't care. That I helped her suicide. I DON'T CARE. That I beat her. I. Don't. Care.